To run to freedom like a desperate slave
To run like a gazelle on the African planes
To run like an engine with no stop
To run faster and faster like chasing the clock
To run like a sprinter twords his goal
To run like the devil after a soul
To sit like a man who's dreams are dead
To sit in wonder of how we are led
To sit all alone in a world so cruel
To sit on a throne as a king or a fool
To sit in peace meek or mild
To sit with your mother father or child
To think of how we are so blessed
To think of love and how its best
To think of you
To think of me
Run Sit Think
and soon
you will
see
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
To run to freedom like a desperate slave
To run like a gazelle on the African planes
To run like an engine with no stop
To run faster and faster like chasing the clock
To run like a sprinter twords his goal
To run like the devil after a soul
To sit like a man who's dreams are dead
To sit in wonder of how we are led
To sit all alone in a world so cruel
To sit on a throne as a king or a fool
To sit in peace meek or mild
To sit with your mother father or child
To think of how we are so blessed
To think of love and how its best
To think of you
To think of me
Run Sit Think
and soon
you will
see
Written by
122/M/Everywhere but nowhere
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
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